I skipped into the practice room, holding the brand new Fender electric guitar in my hands. "Guess who just got a –?"
"THAT'S WHAT SHE USED TO SAY!" Adam screamed as he sobbed into Austin's lap. I took a good look at the scene in front of me and gasped softly. Pieces of Kleenex were strewn everywhere and Adam was lying on his tummy on the couch with his head in Austin's lap and Austin was stroking his hair. Austin's jeans were visibly wet and I assumed that Adam had been crying. Austin looked at me, shook his head frantically and mouthed, "Not now."
I placed the guitar on top of the piano and went to the couch. "Adam, what happened?" I asked with concern.
"THAT'S WHAT SHE USED TO CALL ME!" he bawled and cried some more.
Austin sighed and shook his head. "Adam, try to calm down, bro. I'll be back in just a bit," he whispered to his brother whose face was now red as a tomato and he looked like he had been drenched in the rain.
Austin took my hand (eeep!) and dragged me out of the practice room and closed the door shut.
"Trish rejected him."
My mouth formed an 'O' as I processed this information. What… how… why? It was so obvious that Trish was head over heels, if not heels over head, in love with him!
"He told her that he only did the To-Do List to make her jealous and she said that it was a total dick move. She hated how he played with her emotions. She's pissed with you for being with Adam to make her jealous too."
She thought Adam making her jealous was a total dick move? I knew it, I told him time and time again but did he listen? NO! I would've totally ran over to her house and high-fived her until I remembered the seriousness of this situation and that she was pissed with me.
"Well shucks, what do we do now?" I asked frantically. Adam was going to be crushed – scratched that, he already was crushed – and Trish was probably crying and pacing around her room, either thinking of ways to apologize to him or drawing mustaches and ugly warts all over his pictures. Knowing Trish, I'd say she was doing the latter. She was extremely stubborn and whatever she says, goes.
Austin shrugged. "I was thinking of asking you to knock some sense into her since she's your best girl friend but I don't think that's a good idea right now…" he said.
Wait, Austin said that Trish thought Adam was a jerk but did she even like him?
Austin shrugged again. Damn, I have got to stop saying my thoughts aloud (even though it saves me from repeating myself again)…
Adam had better kow-tow in front of me when I get back because right now, I'm putting my life on the line just for that wimp.
I raised my clenched fist and my fist collided with the hard wood multiple times. The wooden door finally swung open to reveal Mrs de la Rosa, Trish's mother.
"Ally! It's nice to see you, come on in!" the ever-so-amicable Mrs DLR said, gesturing for me to enter the house. I thanked her and asked about Trish's whereabouts.
"Oh, she's in her room."
"Thanks Issy!"
Trish's mom was a 'cool mom', just like Regina George's mom in Mean Girls sans rock-hard boobs and she had curly black hair in place of straight blonde hair. She insists on being called by her nickname Issy, rather than Isabella (her first name) or Mrs de la Rosa or ma'am or whatever formalities people normally greet their friends' mothers with.
I walked up the vintage mahogany stairs and walked to the room I knew so well – Trish's den… I mean, Trish's bedroom.
I knocked once just to be polite and before she could even respond, I opened the door and entered. She was on her bed, looking at two pictures and when she noticed my presence, she immediately (tried to) hide them but I was quick to stop her.
"Ally, darling, there's this new thing that's been invented, I'm not sure if you've heard of it but it's called manners," Trish drawled sarcastically.
"Har-de-har," I laughed coldly. "Now, what do you have here that you want to hide from me, your BFF?"
Trish shook her head. "You, my friend, need to leave. Plus, I'm still mad at you for dating Adam!" she said, pointing to her door.
"It was fake!"
"I don't care! You deliberately teamed up with that… boo-boo monster to hurt my precious little feelings!" she crossed her arms and pouted. I tried too hard not to laugh at her childish vocabulary but I couldn't help but let out a snicker – she tended to become extremely immature when she was furious. Laughing at her would just make things worse because she wasn't even trying to be funny.
"Well, that boo-boo monster loves you! Don't you love him?"
"I… I do! But… UGH GET OUT!" she screamed in exasperation.
I turned around and bowed down my head, slowly walking towards her door.
"Sometime this century, Ally?"
I resumed walking at a normal speed and just when I was about to close the door, I dashed back into the room and grabbed the two photos Trish was looking at.
"AHA!" I screeched. Trish was extremely taken aback by my sudden movements – yes, Ally D is quite the agile monkey with extremely swift motions. I can also alter clothes. If I were a singer, I'd be Taylor Swift (Tailor Swift. Geddit? No? Okay).
I turned the photos around and what I saw really threw me off-guard. I was extremely surprised – no wait, I was petrified!
Adam's and Dez's faces were printed on the two pieces of glossy photograph paper.
Was there some sort of love triangle going on here or something?
I looked at Trish who was looking at the ground guiltily.
"What's wrong, Trish?" I asked, walking towards her and putting an arm around her.
"I'm just so confused, Ally…"
We walked towards her bed and she sat down and I sat next to her.
"I've always liked Adam," she confessed. Score! "But…" No, that's not good. The word 'but' always means that something bad was about to happen.
"Recently I've found myself rather infatuated with Dez," she continued.
Whoa. Woah. Whoah.
I so did not see that coming!
After a long counseling session with Trish, I managed to help her sort out her feelings. When I got back to the practice room, Adam was gone and Austin was still working on the song.
I told him everything that happened and Trish's decision to pick Adam over Dez. He cheered and hugged me. We continued working on "I Think About You" on the piano since it was easier to figure out the chords there – once we've figured out the chords, we would then practise it on the guitar.
"How long 'til I stop pretending what we have is never ending?" Austin sang and he played a chord that didn't quite sound right. Naturally, being the music Nazi that I am, I had to correct him.
"I think we have to change that from an F major chord to a D minor chord," I corrected and I proceeded to play the chord. He put his hands over mine and played the chord with his hands over mine.
Tingles shot through my fingertips to my nerves and within a split second, almost my entire body was on fire. Oh Austin…
I looked at him and he looked back at me. He intertwined his fingers through mine and secured his other arm around my waist, pulling me nearer to him. I don't know how it all happened but all of a sudden, we were starting to lean in and Austin closed his eyes. I followed suit, closed my eyes too and my head naturally gravitated towards his.
I felt two warm and moist-but-not-too-damp objects, which I assume to be Austin's luscious lips, pressing against mine. Holy shit, this is real… His lips started moving and his strong built arms enveloped my waist. I kissed him back eagerly as I threw my hands over his neck and pulled him as close to me as possible. His lips tasted of Kit-Kats – his favorite snack – and now it was unquestionably my favorite snack too.
I don't know how long we were kissing for but we stayed like that for quite some time, just enjoying each other's' lips and I just lost myself in that kiss. All thoughts vanished and all I could think of was, "AUSTIN IS KISSING ME!"
It felt so right, his lips fit mine perfectly. After what seemed like eternity, we eventually had to pull apart. Damn you, oxygen.
We leaned our foreheads against each other's and I just gazed into his eyes.
His dark brown eyes were so intriguing, and his eyes were bright and sparkly despite their dark color. Was that even possible?
Something seemed to dawn on Austin as he pulled away all of a sudden. Realization hit me as I realized what we just did.
We kissed.
WE KISSED.
HOLY SHIT.
"I have to go," Austin told me as he grabbed his guitar and walked away without looking back.
What the hell just happened?